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Love's Sweet Sweet Song 47

her like a priest at Holy Communion, sucking the blood of
Christ, mouth-watering, eating the body, her flesh between
his fleshy lips, scratchy beard stubble like splinters on the
Cross, take me right up to Calvary, and hold me up high and
watch. Transfigure me. She spread her thighs, lifting herself
like a high queen to meet his hungry need, the need of men,
salvific in all the books she’d read and the stories told late
night. Finally enemies making friends, burying the past the
way he was burying his face in her groin, her panties wet
from his tongue, his hands gripping her hips, nails digging
into her buttocks, her ass kept firm and tight and full bubbly
muscular by weightlifting, shoving her glutes out as she lifted
the barbell, high above her head, down to the floor, like this
man’s head between her legs down to the floor, and he took
her cock to the hilt, nose in bush, her man-head deep in his
throat, her balls against the unshaved chin, whiskers like pins
and needles pricking her prick.
Slowly regally extricating herself from the exquisite heady
sweaty encounter, pushing away the greedy hungry ready
rutting man.
—Now, she whispered. Onto the bed and yeh’ll kiss and
suck and I’ll be the girly boy and I’ll do what I do with a big
handsome ruttin’ bloke full of jism.
She rose to her feet leading him by the hand to the boudoir,
the bedchamber, the pantry of pleasure, the coupling place, a
couple of paces away.
He stood in the middle of the room, pants around his
ankles, and it was sticking out, not as tall as hers, but equally
stiff, wider, blunter, the hood hiding the head, fat, grizzly hood
dripping and appetizing, thick enough to fill her up two or
three times. After all, they had all afternoon, all the blessed
afternoon, and evening and night, and probably tomorrow
morning.
—Stay awhile? She ran a finger along his furry belly,
flicking the head of his pecker with her fingernail. It bounced,
head pulsing, balls rising and falling tripping left over right
and right over left. Yeh gotta be anywhere? She wrapped her
hand around his shaft.
—I gotta be in that bed with yeh. He pushed her back into
the ruffles and lace. I gotta see what yeh want tomorrow. See
if yeh can follow through after yeh get what yeh want.
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